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Wishmakers' Town 



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Wishmakers' Town 



By 



William Young 



TVith an Introductory Note by 
Thomas Bailey Aldrich 




New York 

R. H. Russell 

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THE LIBRARY OF 

CONGRESS, 
Two Copies Received 

APR. 19 1901 

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Copyright, 1885, 
By Henry Holt & Co. 



Copyright, 1890, 
By William Young. 






Copyright, 1898, 
By Lamson, Wolffe and Company. 



Cop)Tight, 1 90 1, 
By Robert Howard Russell. 



yill rights reserved. 



A PROPOS of the fact that Wishmakers' 
"^ Town was first published early in 1887, 
we quote an appreciative letter which was 
written to the author by Mr. Richard 
Harding Davis while the latter was still a 
reporter on the Philadelphia Press. But 
the letter has a further interest for us, as will 
be seen when the signature is reached : 

Philadelphia, April 11, 1887. 
William Young, Esq., 

My Dear Sir — Of course I don't know 
who William Young is further than what I 
have learnt of him from WiSHMAKERS* 
Town, a presentation copy of which I read 
at Johns Hopkins University prior to my 
getting one of my own. I know it by heart, 



however, and if I were the literary editor 
instead of an ubiquitous reporter, I would 
make the readers of the Press know it by 
heart also. 

The Boston TRANSCRIPT gave me an 
opportunity of saying something about it, 
but a very little, as I have but a slight influ- 
ence vAth the exchange editor, since he has 
stopped smoking and consequently does not 
borrow my segars. But I have worked upon 
the "literary editor," and I will send you 
what he says when it appears. "I have 
over two columns of book reviews upstairs 
now," he said, " and how can I possibly 
notice your friend's verses which came out 
over a year ago ?" I told him to read what 



he called verses, and if he was not moved to 
speak of them I would put no faith in his 
future effusions. As I am the only man now 
on the staff who does read his criticisms, the 
threat had the desired effect, and he is now 
quoting, " Lovers I count on my finger tips, 
lives, like dice, for my smiles are thrown," 
whenever I venture into his sanctum. You 
may be a young man (as you no doubt 
gather by this that I am), or you may be an 
old man, who will think all this impertinent. 
In any case I have put myself on record as 
being a great admirer of William Young ; I 
have done v/hat little I can to make others 
read him, and if the world does not fully ap- 
preciate him, let him remember, God does 



not pay his debts every Saturday night; 
neither does *' the terrible trumpet of Fame " 
sound with no uncertain sound as readily as 
it should. Preserve this as a literary curi- 
osity until the autograph is sufficiently 
valuable to make it marketable. 

I am, Sir, Yours, &c., 

RICHARD HARDING DAVIS. 



CONTENTS 

Page 

Introductory Note vii 

The Bells i 

The Ringers ........ 4 

The Strollers 6 

The Children 9 

The Maidens 12 

The Witch 13 

The Maidens 14 

The Students 16 

The Flower-Seller 20 

The Triflers 23 

The Confidante 25 

The Maskers 27 

The Hawker 29 

The Conscience-Keeper 34 

The Prodigal 36 

V 



vi CONTENTS 

Page 

The Workers 39 

The Money-changers 40 

The Chess- Players 42 

The Pawns 44 

The Gossips 47 

The Bridal Pair 53 

The Philosophers 55 

The Gift-Bearers 59 

The Mother .... .... 70 

The Wanderer 71 

The W^atchers 75 

The Victor 79 

The Bells 83 



Introductory Note 

A limited edition of this little volume 
of verse, which seems to me in many 
respects unique, was issued in 1885, 
and has long been out of print. The 
reissue of the book in its present form 
is in response to the desire of certain 
readers who have not forgotten the 
charm which the poem exercised upon 
them years ago, and, finding the charm 
still potent, would have others share it. 

The scheme of the poem, for it is a 
poem and not simply a series of un- 



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viii INTRODUCTORY NOTE 

related lyrics, is ingenious and origi- 
nal, and unfolds itself in verse at once 
strong and delicate, like silver wire. 
The mood of the poet, and the method 
of the playwright are obvious through- 
out. Wishmakers' Town — a little 
town situated in the no-man's-land 
of The Tempest and A Midsummer 
Night's Dream — is shown to us as it 
awakens, touched by the dawn. The 
clangor of bells far and near calls the 
townfolk to their various avocations, 
the toiler to his toil, the idler to his 
idleness, the miser to his gold. In 
sv/ift and picturesque sequence the 
dramatis personse of the comedy 



INTRODUCTORY NOTE ix 

pass before us. Merchants, huxters, 
players, lovers, gossips, soldiers, vaga- 
bonds, and princes crowd the scene, 
and have in turn their word of poig- 
nant speech. We mingle with the 
throng in the streets ; we hear the whir 
of looms and the din of foundries, 
the blare of trumpets, the whisper of 
lovers, the scandals of the market- 
place, and, in brief, are let into all the 
secrets of the busy microcosm. A con- 
tracted stage, indeed, yet large enough 
for the play of many passions, as the 
narrowest hearthstone may be. With 
the sounding of the curfew, the town 
is hushed to sleep again, and the cur- 



X INTRODUCTORY NOTE 

tain falls on this mimic drama of life, 
this whimsical Masque of Man. 

The charm of it all is not easily 
to be defined. Perhaps if one could 
name it, the spell were broken. Above 
the changing rhythms hangs an at- 
mosphere too subtle and elusive for 
measurement — an atmosphere that 
stipulates an imaginative mood on 
the part of the reader. The quality 
which pleases in certain of the lyr- 
ical episodes is less intangible. One 
readily explains one's liking for so 
gracious a lyric as The Flower- 
Seller, to select an example at ran- 
dom. Next to the pleasure that lies 



INTRODUCTORY NOTE xi 

in the writing of such exquisite verse 
is the pleasure of quoting it. I copy 
the stanzas here, partly for my ov^n 
gratification, and partly to win the 
reader to Wishmakers' Town, not 
knowing better how to do it. 



THE FLOWER-SELLER 

Myrtle, and eglantine, 

For the old love, and the new! 

And the columbine, 

W^ith its cap and bells, for folly ! 

And the daffodil, for the hopes of youth ! 

and the rue. 
For melancholy ! 
But of all the blossoms that blow. 



xii INTRODUCTORY NOTE 

Fair gallants all, I charge you to win, if 

ye may, 
This gentle guest. 
Who dreams apart, in her wimple of purple 

and gray, 
Like the blessed Virgin, with meek head 

bending low^ 
Upon her breast. 

For the orange flower 

Ye may buy as ye w^ill : but the violet of 

the wood 
Is the love of maidenhood ; 
And he that hath worn it but once, though 

but for an hour, 
He shall never again, though he wander by 

many a stream, 
No, never again shall he meet w^ith a flower 

that shall seem 



INTRODUCTORY NOTE xiii 

So sweet and pure ; and forever, in after 

years, 
At the thought of its bloom, or the fragrance 

of its breath, 
The past shall arise. 
And his eyes shall be dim with tears. 
And his soul shall be far in the gardens of 

Paradise, 
Though he stand in the shambles of death. 

I think there is a new generation 
of readers for poetry in this kind, 
and to them the book is commended. 

The author of Wishmakers' Town 
is the child of his period, and has not 
escaped the maladie du siecle. 
The doubt and pessimism that mark 



xiv INTRODUCTORY NOTE 

the end of the century find a voice 
in the bell-like strophes with which 
the volume closes. It is the dramatist 
rather than the poet who speaks here. 
The real message of the poet to man- 
kind is ever one of hope. Amid the 
problems that perplex and discour- 
age, it is for him to sing 

"Of what the world shall be 
When the years have died away." 

Thomas Bailey Aldrich. 

June, 1898. 



Wishmakers^ Town 



THE BELLS 



AWAKE! awake! 

All living things that be, 
In nest or fold ! — 
All lives that solace take, 
And dreamful ease, in tent, or wind-blown 

tree, 
Or curtain'd couch, your wanderings forsake 
In the dim realms of unreality! 
Aw^ake, for shame 
Of languor's soft delight! 






2 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

Lo, once again earth's heaving disk is roll'd 
In rosy flame, 
And through the camps of night, 
The flying Moon, beneath her splinter'd targe, 
Sore-stricken by the feather'd shafts of Dawn, 
And harried by her hounds, like Actaeon, 
Kneels, 
Stoops, and wheels 
Adown the western marge ! 



Awake to toil ! 
In wood, and rock-ribb'd hill, 

And loamy mead, 
What golden largess lies ! 
Awake to strife, and far-resounding deed. 
In love's sweet quest, or honor's high emprise, 
With trumpets blown, and clash of steed 
with steed ! 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 3 

Awake to care, 
And triumph's frequent foil ! 
But still pursue ! O hand with strength to 

take — 
O dauntless heart, to suffer, and to dare — 
O swerveless will. 
To bend, or else to break — 
To life, to love, to conquest, and to spoil, 
Awake ! awake ! 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

II 

THE RINGERS 



CEE the world of dome and spire — 

How it gleams, and glows, and glistens. 
In the Daw^n's baptismal fire ! 
Whilst beneath us and around, 
Quicken'd by the rain of sound, 
Wakes the under-world, and listens. 



— And the lark's far carol hear, 
In the pauses of our clamor ; 
And the wheels, that far and near 
Now^ their droning rounds begin ; 
And the market's busy din; 
And the smiting of the hammer. 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



— Ah, the morn that once I knew, 
When, with sw^eeter rapture shaken, 
Sang the lark in yonder blue ! — 
Sang, and soared, the while I waited 
For a sleeper, still belated. 

With the waking world to waken ! 

4 

— Retro, retro, Sathanas ! 

Vain unholy thoughts and fancies 
Backward, backward, blend and pass! 
Heaven shield and keep us free 
From the wizard Memory, 
And his cruel necromancies ! 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



III 

THE STROLLERS 
Prologue 



/^OOD people, before ye turn 

To your follies, and plots, and treasons, 
We pray you hear and behold 
The whimsical Masque of Man, 
Which shall here be acted and told 
By your servants yclept The Seasons, 
With its moral, which ye should learn, 
For sundry and divers reasons. 
And its melodies new and old, 
Discoursed by the Pipes of Pan. 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



For we hold it timely and meet, 
Thus, at the day's beginning, 
To ask, in a mode debarr'd 
To the pundits and the sages, 
W^hether the day's reward 
Be properly w^orth the winning — 
In short, if ye will, to treat 
Of the current question of w^ages. 

3 

And so to your clemency 

Do w^e yield us and address us, 

With due humility ; 

And he that is overwise — 

As some of you needs must be — 

In damning us shall bless us. 

For the opportunity 

To cavil and criticise. 



8 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

VERNALIS 

Pray you, now, in your dance and rhyme, 
Follow me deftly, in tune and time. 

^STIVUS 

And prithee, piper, lower thy key, 
Ever so little, if that may be. 

AUTUMNUS 

And mimic the w^indy woods and rills, 
As well thou mayest, with fewer trills. 

HIBERNUS 

And time thy measures and suit thy tones. 
Ever so little, to weary bones. 

OMNES 

Under the portals, and out, and in ! 
Now doth our roundel again begin. 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



IV 

THE CHILDREN 

"VVTHO be these, in their strange array — 
Green, and russet, and brown, and gray 
Trick'd and tatter'd, and thus bedight, 
Making merry for our delight? — 
Out of the pictures on page and wall, 
Come to revel or carnival ? 



Ho, for merry is he that leads. 
Puffing his cheeks on the tuneful reeds, 
And blowing and blowing with such a sound. 
That out of the air, and out of the ground, 
Birds and blossoms are whisk'd and whirl'd. 
In flocks and bevies, along the w^orld ! 



10 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

Ho, and merry is he that goes 
Tripping the measure the piper blows ! — 
But ever and ever with shorter strides, 
And panting, and holding his portly sides, 
And marching and mincing, as one who could 
Trip it forever, if but he would ! 

Nay, but merrier he, the next, 
Who listens and listens, as half perplext, 
And catches the measure, by times, per- 
chance, 
And smiles, and simpers, and fain would 

dance, 
And halts, and hobbles, and limps, and sighs, 
And presses the kerchief against his eyes ! 

Trip, and amble, and shuffle past ! 
Ho, but the merriest yet, and last! 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN ii 

Trembling, tottering, how he feigns 
Ever to writhe with aches and pains ! 
But well we know, by his beard of snow. 
Him of the holly and mistletoe ! 



12 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



THE MAIDENS 



T^EACH US, witch-wife, as we pass, 

How to read the mystic roses. 
Hold for us the magic glass, 
Which the coming face discloses. 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 13 

VI 

THE WITCH 

IJIM whose eyes rove everywhere, 

Like the moths that wheel and hover — 
Pass him by, nor greatly care 
To be loved by such a lover. 

But for him whose knitted brows 
Frow^n, in scorn of love and laughter — 

She who -wins him for a spouse, 
Shall be spoken of hereafter. 



14 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



VII 

THE MAIDENS 

■pJIM, the warning! Choose we, then, 

Each for each ; and, as a token. 
Let the numbered leaves, again, 
Answ^er, when the choice is spoken. 

BLUE EYES 

I a sailor's bride w^ill be. 

And, at night, upon my pillow. 
The wind's voice shall seem to me 

As the roaring of the billow^. 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 15 



BROWN EYES 

Pleasant be thy dreams, I pray. 

With a merchant will I marry : 
Silks and pearls from far Cathay, 

Homeward all his ships shall carry. 

BLACK EYES 

And a soldier will I wed — 

Bold in love, and stern in duty. 

When the tourney's lists are spread, 
He shall crown me Queen of Beauty. 

GRAY EYES 

Choose ye whom ye may and will ! 

Though the king himself implore me, 
I shall live unwedded still — 

And your husbands shall adore me. 



i6 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



VIII 
THE STUDENTS 

pOR the Graces and the Muses, 

Mourners, we, whom Fate abuses ! 
Yet, since woman now replaces 
Both the Muses and the Graces, 
Why not be content w^ith her? . 
Gaudeamus igiiur! 

THE BOASTER 

Book-worm, hast thou naught but scorning 
For the blessings of the morning ? 
W^hat avails it to be pat in 
Musty Greek, or monkish Latin ? 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 17 

Here are volumes yet unread. 

Heard'st thou what the Gray Eyes said? 

THE MOCKER 

Ay, and what a head she carries ! 
Woe, indeed, if e'er she marries! 
Sure, I fancy, such a creature. 
Trim of shape, and sleek of feature, 
Led the dances, on the heights 
Of the old Walpurgis nights. 

THE BOASTER 

Haply so ; but prithee ponder 
On her meeker sister, yonder. 
S'weet it w^ere, with ardor burning, 
From far field or siege returning. 
With a soldier s tale to sue 
The fear-haunted Eyes of Blue. 



i8 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

THE IDLER 

Sweet ! — but sweeter yet, a rover, 
Heedless of both fame and trover, 
Over chartless seas to follow^ 
Summer, w^ith the flying sw^allo^yv. 
Glad, thro' Fortune's smile or frown, 
With the merry Eyes of Brown ! 

THE EXEMPLAR 

Only usefulness is beauty ; 
Yet, since marriage is a duty — 
Yea, and since the eyes are w^itness 
To its fitness or unfitness, 
> And my own some luster lack, 
I shall mate with Orbs of Black. 

THE BOASTER 

Where is he, who in derision 
Of the Gray first gave decision? 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 19 

THE IDLER 

Heed him not: 'tis but his fashion 
To decry the tender passion. 

THE EXEMPLAR 

Mark him, yonder, o'er the way, 
Bow^ing to the Eyes of Gray ! 



20 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



IX 

THE FLOWER-SELLER 

TITYRTLE, and eglantine, 

For the old love, and the new ! 
And the columbine, 
With its cap and bells, for folly ! 
And the daffodil, for the hopes of youth ! 

and the rue. 
For melancholy ! 

But of all the blossoms that blow. 
Fair gallants all, I charge you to win, if ye 

may. 
This gentle guest. 
Who dreams apart, in her wimple of purple 

and gray, 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 21 

Like the blessed Virgin, with meek head 

bending low 
Upon her breast. 



For the orange flower '^"^ 

Ye may buy as ye will : but the violet of 

the w^ood 
Is the love of maidenhood ; 
And he that hath worn it but once, though 

but for an hour, 
He shall never again, though he wander by 

many a stream. 
No, never again shall he meet with a flower 

that shall seem 
So sweet and pure ; and forever, in after 

years. 
At the thought of its bloom, or the fragrance 

of its breath, 






22 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

The past shall arise, 

And his eyes shall be dim with tears, 

And his soul shall be far in the gardens of 

Paradise, 
Though he stand in the shambles of death. 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 23 

x 

THE TRIFLERS 
HE 

"DECAUSE thou wast cold and proud, 

And as one alone in the crowd, 
And because of thy willful and wayward 

look, 
I thought, as I saw thee above my book, 
'' I w^ill prove if her heart be flesh or stone." 
And in seeking thine, I have found my own. 

SHE 

Because thou wast proud and cold. 

And because of the story told 

That never had woman a smile from thee, 



24 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

I thought, as I glanced, "If he frown on me. 
Why, be it so! but his peace shall atone." 
And in troubling thine, I have lost my own. 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 25 



XI 

THE CONFIDANTE 

CAY, dost thou love him? — O love, love, 
love ! 
How should I know what thy wild words 
mean ? 

— But dosi thou love him? — As God's above, 
The man I shall wed I have not yet seen ! 

— But why, if yes, shouldst thou not con- 

fess ? 
— And why, if no, may I not deny? 

— Or, whether the answer be no or yes. 
Wilt thou trust me no more, as in days 

gone by ? 



26 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

For why, but now, w^hen I named his name — 
The name that thy lips have learn'd to 
shun — 
Was thy cheek, in hue, like the poppy's 
flame ? 
And why dost thou dream in the noon-day 
sun? 

And sister, my sister — for such thou art — 
O, "where dost thou w^alk, in the evenings 
dim? 

And why hast thou cast me out of thy heart? 
And, prithee, for w^hom, if not for him ? 

— O, sister, my sister, — for w^ilt thou be, 
In truth, my sister? — believe me well: 

That I hate myself and love but thee. 
Is the only secret I have to tell. 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 27 



XII 

THE MASKERS 



CO soon! so soon! Ah, go not yet! 
— Alas, the day whereon we met! 



— Accurst be he w^ho doubts betw^een 
The rose-leaf and the laurel green ! 

— And yet, for him who doubts, 'tis plain 
The fairest rose might bloom in vain. 

— Art thou so wise ? Then be it so ! 
Yet one last kiss! — Ah, no! ah, no! 



28 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

— No kiss, no kiss, to comfort me? 

— Think on the last I gave to thee! 

— Nor yet to hold thy hand in mine? 

— Farewell, farewell, without a sign! 

— And when to meet? — Pray God, no more, 
On the dark river's hither shore ! 



— Nor yet beyond? — Ah, who shall tell? 
But, for this world, farewell, farewell ! 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 29 



XIII 



THE HAWKER 



^OME, buy! — Come, buy! — Come, buy! 

Ho ! people of all degrees, 
And honors and dignities. 
And stations both low and high ! 
So that your purses be long. 
And the ring of your coin be true. 
There is never a wrong so w^rong, 
That it shall not be reckon'd a right. 
At your behest, and for you 
The green shall be green, or be blue. 
And the blackest of black shall be w^hite. 



30 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

For 'tis proper to woo, and to wed, 

And betimes to build castles in Spain — 

And to see them demolish'd again — 

And 'tis proper to bury the dead : 

And for all things under the sun. 

There hath been, and shall be a time, 

And a due and appropriate season. 

"For all things," said I? — Save one! 

There is never a time for rhyme. 

And but seldom a season for reason : 

And ye, within sound of my voice. 

To whom Fortune — the jade! — hath been 

cold, 
In matters of love or ambition. 
Be advis'd, and before ye berate her, 
And consign yourselves straight to perdition, 
Entreat her again to a choice : 
But rely on a talisman greater 
Than reason, or rhyme — to w^it, gold. 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 31 

Gold ! gold ! Though the poet may sing, 
And the moralist preach and proclaim, 
'Tis the stuff that gives worth to the ring ; 
'Tis the stuff that gives weight to the name. 
It shall bind — it shall loose — it shall break : 
It shall sunder the bridegroom and bride. 
And shall laugh at the bigots who chide : 
It shall pick — it shall choose — it shall take : 
It shall use, and refuse ; and the charms 
For which Merit and Virtue have striven, 
It shall give to the lecher's foul arms, 
If it will ! And, in fine, brief to tell. 
To have it, and hold it, is Heaven ! 
And to lack it, or lose it, is Hell ! 



But what! do I hear you protest, 

'Tis the w^ant of the means to apply it. 

That robs my discourse of its zest? 



32 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

And for this have we churches, and schools, 

And a code that was specially plann'd 

For the definite purpose ! O fools ! — 

For if poor, ye were wise to deny it — 

Is there one of you here, as ye stand, 

Who hath not a friend, or a neighbor. 

With some little treasure in store — 

Some pitiful profit of labor, 

Which is lonely and fruitless, unmated, 

And which, by the methods devis'd. 

May be legally aggregated, 

And properly capitalized ? 

Yea, saith not the Good Book itself — 

And its language is not to be shaken, 

In the veriest tittle or jot — 

Saith it not, on the subject of pelf, 

That he who hath, shall have more ; 

Whilst from him who hath not. 

That which he hath shall be taken? 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 35 

Wherefore, with traffic and barter, 

I bid you make haste to fulfill 

The Scriptural injunction ; 

And to plunder, at your sweet will. 

Whilst ye quote from the recognized charter, 

With the proper degree of unction. 



34 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



XIV 

THE CONSCIENCE-KEEPER 

■pEPENT, O ye, predestinate to woe! 
'Tis mine to cry — albeit, well I wis, 
Ye may not heed. And ye, elect to bliss, 
Must e'en be saved, whether I cry or no. 



And yet, repent ! Repent ye, and atone. 
In either case. Forsw^ear your w^isdom's 

pride, 
And pray for faith — though some must 
be denied ! 
Nor yet by prayer, nor yet by faith alone, 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 35 

But by your works, attest your penitence. 
Give to the poor! — of whom ye see in me 
God's almoner — and in your charity, 

Deign to forget not Peter and his pence. 



36 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



XV 

THE PRODIGAL 

pACH in his turn, good brother ! 
For I hold it a vicious practice 
For two of a trade to compete, 
"Where the pickings, at best, are but small — 
As here they seem. — And the fact is 
That the odds are but prattle and pother, 
'Twixt the beads that are sold in the street. 
And the beads that are told in the stall. 

For what hath the vender to vend, 
Save the remnants and tokens of blisses. 
To make the mouth water and pine? 
And what, though in absolute truth, 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 37 

The pledge be confirm'd, that is penn'd, 
And the next world be fairer than this is? — 
Yet, O, for the wine — for the wine 
Of the glorious vintage of youth ! 

O, subtler and sw^eeter than honey! — 
Than the honey of storied Hymettus ! 
O, rare as the perfumes of Ind ! — 
What to us were the raptures to be, 
Or the saddest of sins we have sinn'd, 
Or the sins that at present beset us. 
Or the want, or the w^orship of money, 
Dulcet wine, could we tarry w^ith thee ? 

Woe is me ! — But when spent is thy savor, 
We must needs be both sober and ruthful : 
And so, in my garments of sacking, 
Let me taste of the w^aters Divine ! — 



38 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 

Since their cheapness is now in their favor, 
And even though spice may be lacking, 
Were not veal, in its season, more toothful 
Than a handful of husks with the swine ! 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 39 



XVI 



THE WORKERS 



TYTHAT is this, that we build? 

— It is Wealth's strong tower: 

And, w^hen it is finished, the people shall 
throng to see ; 

And the kings of the earth shall cringe be- 
fore it, and cow^er — 

Saith the master. 

— Ay? — But where, then, shall we be? / 



40 WISHMAKERS' TOWN 



XVII 

THE MONEY-CHANGERS 

TJTT'HAT news from the East? 

— Good news ! The Venetian, again, 
In despite of the truce, hath been bov^^- 
string'd by the Turk. 

— And the Pope and the Emperor, now, 

shall hardly abstain 
From the savory broil. 

— There is like to be murderous w^ork ! 

— And, moreover, 'tis said that in certain 

broad districts of France, 
Where the drouth hath prevail'd, there will 

scarce be a mouthful of bread. 
To the good square league. 



WISHMAKERS' TOWN 41 

— And, by those most observant, 'tis said 
Our own crops must be short ! 

— Then, at once, we may look for advance 
Both in rates of per cent., and in prices of 

fuel and food ? 

— Why, so I conclude, from the signs that 

at present appear ; 
And at once shall distrain on all forfeited 
bonds. 

— God is good ! 

And to Him be the praise ! We have need 
of a prosperous year. 



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XVIII 

THE CHESS-PLAYERS 

T^EIGHBOR of mine, no malice I bear, 
But pawns and pieces must earn their 
fare ; 

And time hangs heavy. So, red or white, 
Choose thy color, and pitch thy fight. 

— Little the color concerneth me, 

But say now, what shall the wager be? 

Lands, or vassals, or good red gold ? 

— Lands, I prithee; and all is told. 



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For quickly that which the coffer lacks 
May be recruited, with toll and tax ; 

And he that payeth the tax is thrall ; 

And the lord of the land is the lord of all. 

— Good! Have at thee! And, overhead, 
Guard me Heaven, and help the Red ! 

— And Thou, to the glory of w^hom I fight. 
Father of mercies, befriend the White ! 



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XIX ^- . 

THE PAWNS 



^\^ b^' pRINCE, and Bishop, and Knight, and 

Dame, 
Plot, and plunder, and disagree ! 
O but the game is a royal game ! 
O but your tourneys are fair to see ! 

None too hopeful we found our lives ; 

Sore was labor from day to day ; 
Still we strove for our babes and wives — 

Now^, to the trumpet, w^e march away ! 



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" Why? " — For some one hath will'd it so ! 

Nothing we know of the w^hy or the 
where — 
To sw^amp, or jungle, or v/astes of snow^ — 

Nothing we kno'v^^ and little we care. 

Give us to kill! — since this is the end 
Of love and labor in Nature's plan; 

Give us to kill and ravish and rend, 
Yea, since this is the end of man. 

States shall perish, and states be born: 
Leaders, out of the throng, shall press ; 

Some to honor, and some to scorn : 
We, that are little, shall yet be less. 

Over our lines shall the vultures soar ; 
Hard on our flanks shall the jackals cry; 



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And the dead shall be as the sands of the 
shore ; 
And daily the living shall pray to die. 

Nay, what matter! — When all is said, 
Prince and Bishop will plunder still: 

Lord and Lady must dance and wed. 
Pity us, pray for us, ye that will! 



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XX 

THE GOSSIPS 

CO, the usurer's son hath return'd, 

and will take to himself a wife ! 
Thou art bid to the feast, good neighbor? 
— I cry thee mercy ! Not I ! 
There are those who have too much knowl- 
edge 
of a certain page, in the life 
Of the bride, in the days of her girlhood. 
But by-gones should be gone by. 

— *• Of the bride," dost thou say ? Now truly, 
of her lord-and-master-elect, 



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I have heard what is told from the house- 
top ; 
but better the prodigal son, 
Than the daughter "who hath a secret ! 

And would'st thou have me suspect — ? 
— Marry, go to! Shall I tell thee? 

But I charge thee repeat it to none. 

For marvelous strange is the story ; 
and great is its hero, forsooth ! 
And well, of old, didst thou know him, 
in his student's cap, w^hen he came, 
With his fellows, under the lindens — 

and we thought him a callow youth ! 
And there it was that she met him — 

and I leave thee to guess his name. 

And there it was that she met him — 
how well I recall the morn ! 



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And once — but once — from the volume, 
that seem'd his only delight, 
He look'd, and their cold eyes counter'd, 
with glances of equal scorn : — 
And each in the self-same path-way 
wander'd, again, at night. 

But dost thou look for the 'wherefore, 
that made of the twain a pair ? 
I can think of it but as the spirit 
that sets the lances a-tilt : 
Yet I count it a happy fortune — 

and I w^ould it w^ere not so rare — 
That matches the born deceiver 
■with her that is born a jilt! 

Be that as it may, he w^as master — 

though she ever denied the yoke — 
But daily her glance was troubled, 

and her step grew feeble, and slow; 



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Till what with the strain, or the chafing, 

the something that bound them broke: 
And, seeing him fain to desert her, 

she was fain to say to him, "Go!" 

And she came to me, white from the struggle, 
for I w^as her dearest friend : 
But she stood before me defiant, 

though the salt-drop well'd in her 
eye; 
For pride w^as ever her failing — 
and so it w^ill be to the end ; 
And she told me the truth, in a measure ; 
and in part she told me a lie : 

And prank'd herself in her finest, 

and was gay, again, with the gay — 
Bold, and simple, and subtle, 
and gay as never before ; 



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Till the stale, lack-luster suitor, 

from the great house over the way. 
Nursing his kindred secret, 

in due time, came to the door. 

Came — and while yet she ponder'd, 

a breath was blown from the wars — 
Rumors of siege and conquest ; 

and the streets first thrill'd "with 
the name 
That had once been hers — in her fancy — 
and w^e listen'd, under the stars, 
To the sound of the herald's trumpet — 
the terrible trumpet of Fame. 

Then I, that was witness, noted 

how the pale lips quiver'd and met, 
And the proud eye dimm'd, for a moment, 
with a moisture, never so slight ; 



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And I said, ''It is wise, sweet sister; 
as thou art forgotten, forget!" 
And even for this — wouldst thou think 
it? — 
hath the vixen held me in spite. 

Yea, even for this ! But, God save us, 

I would that the 'words were unsaid ! 
And if, to thee, she was stainless, 
why let her be stainless still ! 
Nay, yet must I thank my Maker, 

w^ho hath spared me the w^ish to wed. 
And I pray that their lives may be happy — 
but that must be as it will. 



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XXI 

THE BRIDAL PAIR 
HE 

HTHOUGH the roving bee, as lightly, 

Sip the sweets of thyme and clover, 
Though the moon of May, as whitely, 
Silver all the greensward over, 
Yet, beneath the trysting tree. 
That hath been which shall not be ! 



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SHE 

Drip the viols, ne'er so sweetly, 

W^ith the honey-dew of pleasure — 
Trip the dancers, ne'er so featly, 

Through the old remembered measure, 
Yet, the lighted lanthorn round, 
What is lost shall not be found ! 



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XXII 

THE PHILOSOPHERS 
THE PESSIMIST 

/^OD of our fathers ! what monstrous birth 
Out of the loins of To-day shall spring, 
To trample the fruitful fields of earth, 
And pluck the flower, and wear the ring? 

For the parent barters the child for gold ; 

And the bidder bids with a jest and a leer ; 
And the shameless daughter is fain to be 
sold ; 

But he that buys her shall find her dear ! 



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And yet, what fitness — what righteous grace, 
In such a union ! Since time began, 

The sexes have journeyed w^ith equal pace, 
And the woman is still but the mate of 
the man ! 



THE OPTIMIST 

What does the cynic mutter about ? 

Mark him there, in his sable gow^n, 
Like a specter, threading the rout, 

Ever w^ith sidelong stare and frow^n ! 

Once, together, we woo'd a maid : 

" Which of the twain did her heart pre- 
fer?" 

Deep, the riddle ! Our court we paid : 
Pale he turn'd, at her soft demur : 



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Willy-nilly, I took the kiss ! 

Which is the richer, he or I ? 
Which of us will she mourn or miss, 

A day the longer, after we die ? 



THE NAMELESS 

Yonder is he, who taught me, first, 

The steps that lead to the pit of flame. 

Merry, the jest ! Be his soul accurst ! 
Lives he in honor, and I in shame ? 

And yonder, dreaming his one sad dream. 
Is he, with whom, in his robes of w^oe, 

Spake he the w^ord, over death's dark 
stream, 
W^illingly, gladly would I go. 



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Lovers I count on my finger-tips ; 
(^ 0* Lives, like dice, for my smiles are thrown ; 

Still, forever, upon my lips, 
' Burns the kiss I never have known ! 



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XXIII 

THE GIFT-BEARERS 



TJEAR us, Dives ! — Gifts we bring 
For thy first-born's christening. 



Hear! — And these, our treasures, see! 

Nard, and all sweet spicery ! 

And the subtle frankincense, 

That shall woo and waft thee hence, 

Into regions long forbid 

To the dream-affrighted lid ! — 

Breathe ! nor longer fear to dream, 

Lapsing with the lapsing stream — 



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Lapsing with the tide that ebbs, 
Till the shallops' sheeny webs 
Peer again above the blue, 
Steering, veering, and the hue 
Of the sapphire sea is blent 
With the sapphire firmament. 



Search, and sail, and tack, and veer ! 

Nay, the drowsy noon is near. — 

What be these that float and lie 

Half in sea, and half in sky ? 

Islands, or the misty shapes 

Of the Cloud-land's phantom capes? 

Surely, surely, fairer, these. 

Than the far Hesperides ! 

Search, and find, and prove, and know ! 

W^elcome weal or welcome woe ! 

Fear not thou the glimpses brief 



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Of the vainly charted reef — 
Nor the sea-shell, blown, for tryst, 
Through the languors of the mist — 
Nor the navies, long unmann'd. 
Where they whiten on the strand — 
Nor the veiling tresses, stirr'd 
With the song Ulysses heard. 



Grecian, Grecian, wast thou wise ? — 
Passer with averted eyes ! — 
Broken are the myths ; and fled, 
From Olympus, overhead, 
God and goddess ; yea, and these. 
Dwellers by the shoaling seas. 
Though they linger, linger still — 
Charmers of the w^eary will, 
Whatsoever winds may blow — 
Mortal, as thyself, we know. 



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Mortal — by the lips that pine! — 
Neither demon, nor divine ! 
By the fervor of the kiss — 
Yea, and dear because of this! 
By the transport of the tear — 
And, because of this, more dear ! 
By all tokens sweet and fair — 
By the bold limbs, flashing bare ! 
By the lock's dishevel'd curl ! 
By the parted teeth of pearl. 
With the beaker spill'd between, 
i<^*'' Rarer than the Hippocrene ! 

— Up ! the mazy dance is wound, 
To the viol's vibrant sound. 
And the cithern's smitten string; 
Faster, closer, pant and cling: 
Till the wheel within the wheel 
Of the brain begins to reel — 
Till the heaving bosoms show, 



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As they heave, and as they glow, 
Like the leper's spotted o'er; 
And the wine becomes as gore ; 
And the sick gorge quivers up, 
At the dregs within the cup ! 



Break, and blend, and fade, and change ! 

And, again, the streaming range 

Of the salt-waste, dipping far, 

To a night without a star ! 

And i^olus, harping loud. 

On the sheet and on the shroud ! 

And Charybdis on the lee — 

By the levin, dread to see — 

Roaring through the cloudy rack ! 

Hark! — And Scylla yelping back! 

Till, at last, upon the ken, 

Rimm'd with lifting lights again, 



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Lo, the welcome, ■welcome shore ! 
Chasten'd spirit, fare no more : 
Scorn of self is noble scorn. 
Wake ! — It is thy marriage-morn ! 



O, the censer's musky breath ! 
O, the bride who lingereth ! 
O, the chanting of the psalm ; 
And the organ's holy calm; 
And the brides-maids pacing slow; 
And the great bell, to and fro, 
Yearning, turning, till the word 
From the laggard lips be heard ! 
— Doth she answer ? — Lift the veil ! 
Marble! — marble, cold, and pale! — 
Stilly, faultless, chisel'd fine ! — 
Claim thy purchase — all is thine. 
Claim her ; use her to thy w^ill. 



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To thy kisses, marble, still ! — 
Kisses neither met nor spurn'd, 
But received, and unreturn'd ! 

— "Stilly, chilly, Death-in-Life, 
^A^ho is he should call thee wife?" 

— Doubling, troubling, damned doubt, 
Shall not searching find thee out ? — 
In the speech, or in the glance? — 
In the features' stony trance ? — 
Naught of pleasure, naught of pain ; 
Only passionless disdain ! 

Saving -when the Springtime calls, 
From the wood beyond the walls — 
Then the answer in the eye. 
That forever looks thee by ! 
Then the tremor of the hand. 
That thou canst not understand ! 
Turn thee, turn thee ! Know, at last, 
Something fair is overpast — 



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Something ! — reck not greatly what 
Here is other food for thought. 
Let thy latest love be told 
In the chime of gold on gold ! 



Hurry ! Avorry ! warp and weft, 
Spread the toils of thrift and theft; 
Parchment pit-falls, and the wiles 
Of the ledger's mouldy files. 
Garner malice, garner fear ; 
Yet the world shall hold thee dear. 
Garner envy, garner scorn — 
Unto thee, a son is born ! 
— " O, thou Blossom, dear above 
Every pledge of fancied love ! — 
For, though loveless, shalt thou be 
Surety of the fruitful tree. 
Yet, I wonder, wilt thou list 



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When the ready curse is hiss'd 

At the breathing of my name ? 

Wilt thou praise, or wilt thou blame ? 

Wilt thou redden, cheek and brow ? 

O, but love me ! — only thou ! j 

For my soul is sick of hate — \ 

Comfortless, and desolate. 

Now for thee I heap and hoard." 

— Bid the feasters to thy board ! 

Gather ! gather ! — What is here ? 
Shapes of doubt, and shapes of fear — 
Specters, laid with book and bell — 
Madness, from its padded cell — 
Lo, and here a throat that bleeds ! 
And the widow's scanty weeds, 
Ever closer wrapp'd and press'd, 
For a shelter, at her breast 
Round the something stark and wan 
That thou may'st not look upon! 



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— Make obeisance, sigh, and glance ; 
Peep, and mutter, and advance ; 
Leer, and ogle, and retreat ; 
Hither, thither, cross and meet — 
Brightest eyes may glimmer dull, 
From the sockets of a skull. 

— Is not this a fit carouse. 

For the heir to such a house? — 

Heir apparent, after thee. 

To this goodly company — 

To the sharp-tooth'd rats that gnaw, 

Nightly, at the coffer's flaw; 

And the look that stabs thee — thus, 

Through the eyes of Lazarus ! 

— Haste ! — The turrets topple all, 
Reeling to their windy fall. 
Clatter ! chatter ! hands about ! 
Curvet in the ribald rout ! 
''Mercy!' dost thou cry! — But, nay, 



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Shall not justice have her day ? 

O, before the sands be run, 

Be the knavery undone ! 

From thee, from thee, rend and cast 

Like a garment, all the Past — 

Garment, foul v/ith smear and smutch ; 

And thy bony fingers' clutch 

Loosen! — and thy bleeding nails, 

From thy bolts and from thy bales ! — 

From the plunder of the hearth, 

From the acres of the earth. 

Hardly won, and gloated on, 

Through the dusk and through the dawn ! 

O, before the round be sped, . 

To the quick, and to the dead, 

Yield, and render, and restore! 

— Peace! — The bier is at the door. 



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XXIV 

THE MOTHER 

"Vy/HY did I bring thee, Sweet, 

Into a world of sin? — 
Into a w^orld of wonder, and doubt, 
With sorrow^ and snares for the little w^hite 

feet — 
Into a world, whence the going out 
Is as dark as the coming in ! 



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XXV 

THE WANDERER 



JOINER, joining the oaken seam, 
"^ All so lonely, and dusty gray. 
Shaking thy head, in a waking dream, 
Where be thy fellows of yesterday ? 



— Past and gone from the trodden sill; 

Each on his errand : and all for naught ! 
For men are coming and going still ; 

But still must the joiner's task be 
wrought. 



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— Why, well thou sayest, thou mournful 

wight ! 
But dost thou remember the students four, 
Who sang, of old, in the waning light 
Of the golden evenings, before thy door? 

— And do I remember? And wast thou one 
Of that boastful band? — For mine eyes 

are dim. 
Nay ! for with tempest, and foreign sun, 
Scarr'd thou seemest, and swarth and 
grim ! 

And fair were they ; and they vowed their 
vows ; 

And the maidens listen'd, in hut and hall ; 
x^nd still they talked, as they held carouse, 

Of what should happen and w^hat befall ; 



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And one must rail at the miser's greed : 
And he of them, only, hath learn'd to 
hoard ! 
And one should win, with the poet's screed, 
What he hath won with the victor's 
sword ! 

And one should journey beyond the foam; 

And never his eyes beheld the sea ! 
And one of them, only, should bide at 
home ; 

And half I fancy that thou art he ! 

— O vex thee not with the plans I plann'd; 

But tell me ! — what of thy daughter 
fair ? 
And wears she a ring on the lily hand, 

So smooth and slender beyond compare ? 



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For here be jewels of East and West, 
And here be spoils of the Southern shell, 

Won, with danger, at love's behest, 
And w^ho is the giver, her heart shall tell. 



— Now what, to thee, is her lily hand? 
And what, to thee, was her love so dear? 

And how shall she care for thy jewels 
grand, 
Now that her coffin I fashion here? 

— Why, truly, truly, if these things be. 
There is never a solace for those that 

roam. 
In all that their slumbering eyes may see, 
More false than the dreams of the coming- 
home. 



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XXVI 

THE WATCHERS 

'M'AY, but hark! Dost thou hear? 
And again ! 

— Like the sough of the "wind! 

— Or the thunder! 

— Or the steadily on-coming, gathering rush 

of the rain ! 

— Or the surges that grind 
On the sheer 

Scarped cliffs of the main, 

With the hoarse caverns bellowing under ! 

— Yet at peace are the skies. 



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— Yea, and fair 

Is the ripening earth. And behold ! 

Is yon but the creeper, that trails from the 
spur of the crag? — 

But the ripple of crimson, that heralds the 
Autumn, and flies, 

With the raven and chough, from the vale- 
guarding crest of the wold ? 

— Nay! What, but the flare 

Of the death-dripping, wind-flutter'd flag, 
As it writhes, and advances, -with tortuous 
fold upon fold! 

— To the gates! to the gates! 
It is he! 

It is he, who, in triumph, from fields red 

with slaughter and sown 
With the teeth of the Dragon — fell pledges 

of harvests to be! — 
Now^ returns to his own ! 



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And the profits we may not espy, 

But we w^elcome him back, w^ith the brood 

of the Furies and Hates, 
That attend on his steps : and we know not 

the cause, but we cry, 
As to Csesar of old. Be our praise ! be our 

homage to thee! 
To the bells! 

Let them rock, let them reel. 
Over roof-tree and dome ! 
And the balconied gables, arow, 
Let them burgeon and blossom with stuffs 

of the Orient loom ! — 
With the hues of the gardens of Schiraz ! 

— And traffic, below. 
With its burdensome w^heel. 
Let it cease from the pave, and make room 
For the march of the Brave ! — 
For the multiple murmur that tells 
l.ofC. 



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Of the march of the Brave, 

As it winds, as it sinks, as it swells, 

And resounds, and outbursts in the cannon's 

far-shattering peal ! 
For behold where he comes! — And the 

daughters of Beauty, unclad, 
Let them glimmer before him, w^ith timbrel 

and tabor, and sing 
Of the fame of his deeds! — Let us shout, 

let us leap, and be glad ! 
Thou hast conquered our foes ! Thou hast rid us 

of kings ! — Be thou kingi 



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XXVII 



THE VICTOR 



"DLARE of trumpet, and roll of drum ! 
Hath the day of my fancy come ? 



Dimly the house-tops seem to sway, 
Over the mile-long crowded way 

To the palace portals: and hark! — the cry, 
"Hail to the victor, who passes by!" 



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Banner and pennon flutter red, 
Dyed with the blood that my hands have 
shed ; 

And red and white are the roses strewn 
Under my horse's silver shoon : 

But O, for the face that I do not see, 
In casement, or in balcony ! 

Hides she there, w^here the shadows lurk, 
Under the awnings of needle-work? — 

Silent, and pale, with her white hands 

press'd 
Over the tumult of her breast? — 

Stands she to gaze? — And her eyes, forlorn, 
LfOok they in hatred, or pride, or scorn? 



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Onward ! neither to left, nor right, 
Let me glance, in the rabble's sight! 

Neither by "word nor sign, reveal 

The sad, sick brain, in the casque of steel ! 

Empty pageant, and passing show ! 
Thus doth the day of my fancy go ! 

These, the guerdon of love's duress — 
Pain, and peril, and weariness ! < 

Better, mayhap, if the foeman's spear 
Under my cuirass w^ere buried here ! 

Better, if now, through the gala town, 
Heralded thus, I were riding do"wn. 



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As the sweet Saints grant that I soon may 

ride, 
Shrouded, and shriven, and satisfied ! 

Yea, that I never had heard the cry, 
"Hail to the victor, who passes by!" 



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XXVIII 



THE BELLS 



pORBEAR! forbear! 

The midges' dance is spun. 
O fool of Time, 
That, w^ith thy puny povvers, 
Did'st dream, within the circuit of the Sun, 
To prove the promise of our matin chime — 
Thy task fors'wear. 
For lo, the darkness lowers ! 



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Thy task forswear, 
For lo, the day is done ! 

O, fool of Time — 
Whose voice is one with ours ! 



The day is done ! 
Now quake with all thy fears. 
Thy soul, how often, to the passing bell, 
The pall, the plume, 
Hath falter'd forth in tears! — 

In sighs profound, 
And shudder'd on the blast, 
Yea, but to think upon thy coming knell ! 
New it doth sound! — 
Are all thy terrors past? 

Now it doth sound ! 
Now^ yaw^ns the vasty gloom ! 



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And, tearless now, the brink thou dost not 

shun ? 
— O Riddle, deeper even than thy doom, 
What hope is thine, that thou dost smile 

at last? 



In vain is toil ! — 
To sow, and not to reap ! 

The thankless earth 
Becomes the delver's grave. 
In vain is strife! — to win, and not to keep! 
The trickster grasps the laurels of the brave; 
And Craft, in turn, to Folly yields its spoil — 
In vain is love ! ^ 
To plight and then to part! vi 

And still to wear the galling mask of mirth ! -^ ^ ^ 
To know the ill, all other ills above, 
That mocks the venom of the Slayer's dart, 



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With subtler pain ! 
O soul, fore-doomed from birth! 

O toil-worn brain ! 
O eyes, long used to weep! — 
Yet now ye smile ? — Then we, too, are in 
vain ! 

To sleep! — to sleep! 

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